Give me Love

37. Give Me Love*

It had been two months since you returned from your two-day honeymoon with Loki, and that was where the fairy-tale life ended. Everything about Asgard was hard to get accustomed to... Loki had royal duties to attend to, as well as aiding in lessons in magic. Teaching children irritated him more than it probably should have, but at least it kept him occupied and away from brooding... Thanks to Frigga's intervention, you spent most of your days learning Asgardian culture, mannerisms, history and the language. It was nearly five thousand years' worth of learning to take in over eight hours a day. At one stage in your life you thought the few hundred years of history you had to learn for school was hard, but this was on a completely different level... Initially you were an insanely diligent student, however as time went on you could feel yourself slacking. You'd long since given up on taking notes on the various subjects, mainly because Loki's desk couldn't hold all the scrolls, books and papers - - and he had managed to knock it all over one night on his way to the bathroom and some had fallen into the cinders of the fire. When you woke up the next morning he had denied it, only irritating you further... That was your second week of being a 'married couple' and you had already begun to fight. Luckily it didn't last long, and you both knew to keep a cool head. The outside world was stressful enough without you being at each other's throats as well.

You sighed softly, placing the extremely thick book you were pretending to read down on your lap, your eyes moving to the world around you though you still weren't focused enough on the physical world to actually take in anything you were seeing. Maybe if you didn't let your mind wander as often you would actually be able to keep up, but God damn it Odin's reactions, words, and everything had bothered you. You'd wanted to speak to 'Great King', and tried several times, but each time he had been able to slip by without so much as a gaze in your direction. He seemed so cold, distant and uncaring towards Loki, so why then would he jump through hoops to get the two of you on a honeymoon? Why would he agree to do the ceremony in the first place at all? Sure, Frigga could have intervened, but that would only make him do so much... You had to know. Loki told you he didn't want you ask, but you just couldn't help yourself, you had to find a way to get Odin to talk.

"I don't like that look..." Loki said.

"What look...?" You mumbled absently. You were still trying to come up with a way to get to Odin. You weren't allowed into the throne room while he was dealing with queries from his subjects. After that he would go to various strategical meetings. The only time he was really available was on his way to said meetings or during meal times, and you always ate with Loki. Even though Odin had accepted Loki back into the family, he was still uncomfortable having his younger son around all the time, so it would often end up with you and Loki alone in your bedroom for meals and much of the day after business had been dealt with.

"That look." He said, "I saw it on our honeymoon, and now I know what it means." you raised a brow, your eyes coming back into focus. Right, you were in bed, Loki standing at the foot of the large mattress, intently gazing into your eyes, clearly trying to figure out what was on your mind.

"What does it mean then...?"

"It means you're planning something, and considering there are no waterfalls or gazebos around, it isn't the kind of plan I am hoping it will be." he said as he took a seat beside you, his arm looping snugly over your shoulders. You rested your head against him, your eyes lingering on the outside world before you. Loki's room opened onto a large balcony that overlooked the gardens, the balcony itself touching a large tree that was covered in bright orange and red leaves that fell onto the balcony floor in heaps and mounds. It took you a week to finally convince him to open the doors, and now he had he didn't close it at all. You liked it better this way because at least this way it felt like more than just the two of you against the world. No, it was you, Loki, and the red leaved tree against the world, a much more settling thought.

"I want to go talk to Odin...." You finally mumbled, even though you knew Loki wouldn't like the idea at all.

"No-,"

"Loki..."you cut him off. "If I'm going to be around even half as long as everyone thinks I will then I'll need to get along with your parents," he opened his mouth, though you already knew what he was going to say, "both of your parents." You finished. If anyone else called Frigga and Odin his parents around him, he would always snap, claiming they weren't his parents, but with you he didn't. "And I want to know why-,"

"He won't tell you. He won't want to see you." He said, tangling his hand with yours. You sighed softly,

"I just want to try... I need to try." You felt Loki's shoulders slump. He was probably already sick of arguing with you, either that or he truly believed Odin would turn you away regardless of what you tried and you would become upset because of it - - meaning Loki would have to deal with your bad mood. You decided it was more than likely a bit of both. "Trust me..." you said.

"I trust you." He replied.

"But not him?" you asked with a raised brow, to which he nodded. You rolled your eyes as you laid back in the soft mound of pillows behind you. "Well I'm going to do it, whether you like it or not." You could tell you sounded like a stubborn child at that moment, but really you didn't care. You'd put up with Odin's childish behaviour, so it was time to be as stubborn as that jackass. Loki gently stroked your hair,

"I know... I won't stop you." He said. You smiled, resting your hand on his outstretched arm.

"Thank you." A smirk pulled at his lips before he gently angled your head upwards and captured your lips. You hummed softly as he leaned down over you, your hand moving to tangle gently in his hair. His hand slid from your hair to skim across the rest of your body, squeezing and teasing you. A whimper left your lips when he settled himself between your legs. "I have to study..." you mumbled before reigniting the kiss almost right away.

"Later..." he hummed, his hand settling on the back of your neck to hold you against him firmly.